Kayla Barker

Be My Master, Pull My Strings - Poem by Kayla Barker

You might not know this yet,
But I’m your twisted little marionette.
And you- My almighty puppeteer.

So, please...
Make me dance around on strings.

You are the possessor,
And I am the possessed.

Manipulate me,
Control me,
Use me,
Abuse me.

Bend me at your will.

I am the willing little slave,
And you- The master of my strings.

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  • (2/9/2010 12:51:00 PM)

    Some like it like that, I guess. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 9, 2010

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